Opportunity to Seize Immortal Herbs

Xiao Wu's soft lips were instantly captured by Su Mo's. As she cried out in surprise, his tongue swiftly slipped inside and entwined with her fragrant tongue.

Soft, sweet, slick, and delicious.

After tangling with Xiao Wu's tongue, Su Mo greedily sucked on it. At the same time, his hands did not stop moving. Through her clothes, he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard.

"Mm—"

With her tongue being sucked and her breasts seized, Xiao Wu glared with furious eyes and struggled in shame and anger.

But with her Martial Soul sealed, Xiao Wu had no ability to resist in Su Mo's hands.

When Su Mo was no longer satisfied with the layer of clothing between them, a ripping sound followed. In just a few motions, he tore apart Xiao Wu's clothes, revealing her graceful naked body.

Snow-white skin, slender jade-like legs, full breasts—all of it was displayed before Su Mo's eyes.

At the sight, Su Mo instantly grew hard as iron, wishing he could immediately thrust himself into Xiao Wu's moist entrance and pound away.

But Su Mo was in no hurry. He grabbed Xiao Wu by the hair and pressed himself before her face.

"Open your mouth!"

Su Mo ordered through heavy breaths.

"Dream on!"

Xiao Wu glared at Su Mo and turned her head away in humiliation and fury, unwilling to face him.

"Holy Maiden, if you cooperate obediently, I can remove your seal after this. But if you refuse, then wait for even more men to play with your body!" Su Mo sneered.

"Y-You'll die a horrible death!"

Xiao Wu glared at Su Mo and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Open your mouth!"

Su Mo said nothing else and merely ordered Xiao Wu again to open her mouth.

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Faced with Su Mo's command, Xiao Wu felt incomparably humiliated and resistant. But when she thought of the consequences, she still opened her mouth in disgrace.

"Mmph."

The moment Xiao Wu opened her mouth, Su Mo impatiently pushed himself inside, thrusting straight into the depths of her throat.

His enormous member stretched Xiao Wu's mouth wide and full.

Xiao Wu wanted to spit it out, but Su Mo gave her no chance.

With one hand pressing down on Xiao Wu's head, Su Mo rapidly thrust in and out of her mouth.

Each thrust drove deeper into Xiao Wu's throat, and the pleasure pushed Su Mo to the limit.

After more than ten minutes, feeling the urge to release, Su Mo did not restrain himself. He thrust deeply, pressed against Xiao Wu's throat, and happily released inside her.

Puff—

Thick semen burst out, directly filling Xiao Wu's mouth.

"Mm—"

Feeling Su Mo's release, Xiao Wu shook her head, trying to force him out, but Su Mo held the back of her head down, leaving her unable to break free.

Xiao Wu could only humiliatingly feel Su Mo's semen filling her mouth. Most of it even went straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow it.

At that moment, Xiao Wu truly wanted to die. Even under Qian Xunji, she had never suffered such humiliation.

"Haha, not bad!"

Su Mo laughed loudly and pulled himself out.

White semen spilled out as Su Mo withdrew, hanging from the corners of Xiao Wu's lips. Some even dripped onto her full breasts.

"Cough, cough."

Xiao Wu coughed repeatedly, and even more semen flowed from the corners of her mouth.

The obscene sight filled Su Mo with a sense of accomplishment. The member that had just released was already fully revived.

"Y-You'll die a horrible death..."

After wiping away all the semen from her lips in utter shame and fury, Xiao Wu glared at Su Mo, truly wishing she could kill him.

She had never felt such humiliation before!

"This is only the beginning. I haven't even put it into your sweet little hole yet!"

Su Mo laughed upon hearing that. He immediately pressed Xiao Wu down, lifted her long legs, and positioned himself right outside her entrance.

"No..."

Xiao Wu cried out in alarm and struggled with her legs, trying to get away from Su Mo.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the Pope Throne, holding the document Elder Yun Shuo had just presented.

After inviting Yu Xiaogang to join Spirit Hall, she had not met him alone again.

The two of them either discussed official matters at the Creation Institute or communicated through written applications like this one.

Her gaze slowly swept across the document.

"In the name of the Creation Institute, he wants to invite all the Title Douluo across the continent to Spirit City?"

Her voice was calm. "He certainly dared to think big."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood on either side.

Yue Guan stepped forward and frowned. "Your Holiness, I'm afraid this will be difficult to accomplish. Which Title Douluo isn't arrogant beyond compare?"

"Besides," Gui Mei added, "if it is necessary, Spirit Hall's own Title Douluo should already be enough. There is absolutely no need to invite other Title Douluo here."

Bibi Dong did not speak immediately.

Her fingers lightly tapped her Scepter, producing low knocking sounds.

"You are both right." She finally spoke, but there was not the slightest hesitation in her voice. "But Yu Xiaogang is even more right. The Soul Beasts are dying out. No one has any path of retreat left."

"At a time like this, everyone must contribute!"

"Those Title Douluo can choose not to come, but they cannot possibly disregard the inheritance of their own sects."

"Once a substitute for Soul Rings is developed, it will certainly have to be made public."

"If they refuse to come now, they will only leave themselves open to criticism."

"No matter their reasons, they will come."

Bibi Dong analyzed the matter calmly.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

Bibi Dong rose to her feet, and her papal robes stirred despite the absence of wind.

"Transmit my decree!"

"In the name of the Soul Master Creation Institute, Spirit Hall shall announce this to the world."

"We sincerely invite all Title Douluo of Douluo Continent to gather in Spirit City on the fifteenth of next month to discuss the survival of the Soul Master world."

"This is a grand occasion concerning the fate of all Soul Masters. It is unrelated to sectarian grudges and unrelated to past right and wrong."

"In the name of every Pope of Spirit Hall, I swear that all attendees shall be honored guests of Spirit Hall. No one may seek revenge or cause trouble within a hundred li of Spirit City."

"Those who violate this shall be jointly executed by Spirit Hall."

Her voice echoed through the great hall, every word carrying unquestionable authority.

"Your subordinates obey."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed to accept the order before leaving the Pope Palace.

Only Bibi Dong remained in the vast hall.

She sat back down on the throne, her eyes falling upon the familiar handwriting on the document as her gaze gradually softened.

"Xiao Gang."

She called out softly, her voice so light that it seemed she feared shattering something precious.

"Go ahead and do what you need to do."

"As long as I am here, no one can stop you."

Bibi Dong gave Yu Xiaogang her absolute support.

Yet a trace of worry also appeared in her eyes.

She was worried about what would happen if Yu Xiaogang failed to produce any results.

A full year had passed. Yu Xiaogang had led the entire Creation Institute and consumed countless resources, yet there had still been little progress.

"No... that won't happen. I believe Xiao Gang can do it!"

"I only need to support him with all my strength!"

Bibi Dong quickly strengthened her resolve again.

Spirit Hall's announcement was like a deep-water bomb, stirring up towering waves throughout Douluo Continent.

Heaven Dou Empire, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi read the announcement bearing Spirit Hall's papal golden seal over and over again, his expression exceptionally complicated.

"They're inviting every Title Douluo on the continent to Spirit City?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him, his voice rough and astonished. "Spirit Hall has been researching this for a year. Could it be that they have not made even the slightest progress?"

"When he proposed the idea of 'First Condense Ring Then Supplement Skill' a year ago, everyone thought he was a genius."

"Now that a year has passed and the Creation Institute has produced no results, he is making such a huge spectacle again."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat to the side, looking calm. "Most likely. How could a replacement for Soul Rings possibly be so easy to develop?"

Ning Fengzhi set down the document and sighed softly. "Yes, haven't we been researching it as well? Yet we have achieved nothing too."

"Rongrong has been stuck at the level-ten bottleneck for nearly a year!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo fell silent.

Ning Fengzhi rose and walked to the window, looking out at the Martial Arts Arena.

Several young disciples were cultivating in the arena.

They were diligent, and the fluctuations from the circulation of their Soul Power could be clearly felt.

But what did that matter?

Without Soul Rings, they would never be able to break through to the next realm for the rest of their lives.

"So, are we going?" Bone Douluo frowned.

"We are." Ning Fengzhi turned around, his gaze firm. "Not only are we going, we are going openly and proudly. Uncle Sword, I'll have to trouble you to accompany me to Spirit City this time."

Sword Douluo nodded, his expression still calm.

Bone Douluo snorted. "I'm just afraid Spirit Hall is up to no good."

"With that oath in place, they would not dare act recklessly." Ning Fengzhi picked up the document again.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the sect leader's high seat, his face as dark as water.

The elders stood in rows on both sides, every one of them looking grim.

"Absurd!"

A white-haired elder spoke indignantly. "That bastard Yu Xiaogang has stirred up such a huge affair again. Hasn't he brought enough shame upon our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan already?"

"A year has passed, and the Creation Institute has researched nothing. Now he has come up with some stunt about 'all Title Douluo joining the grand occasion.'"

"Sect Master, we absolutely cannot agree to this. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot afford this humiliation!"

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent.

"Sect Master." Another elderly elder slowly spoke, his tone much gentler than the others'. "No matter what, Yu Xiaogang ultimately came from our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If he truly manages to accomplish something in Spirit Hall..."

"That would still be Spirit Hall's accomplishment and would have nothing to do with us." The white-haired elder interrupted coldly.

"Enough." Yu Yuanzhen finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, but the entire hall instantly fell silent.

"I will go," he said.

"Sect Master..." The white-haired elder grew anxious.

"Not for that unfilial son." Yu Yuanzhen stood up, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow across the hall. "For the future of the sect."

"Besides." A cold flash of lightning passed through his eyes. "I want to see exactly what that unfilial son has accomplished after stirring things up for a whole year."

"Su Mo, Gang Zi is making another big move!"

"He actually invited all the Title Douluo to Spirit Hall!"

After receiving the news, Xiao Wu immediately ran to Su Mo.

She used to call him Grandmaster, but after hearing Su Mo call him Gang Zi several times, she started calling him that as well.

"What happened?"

Su Mo became curious.

After Xiao Wu explained everything in detail, Su Mo finally understood what had happened.